Sunset and Moonrise

Fan-made Twilight addition by: Jamesmanuel Eddings

Renesmee

Chapter One: "Jacob beats Algebra"

Hello, my name is Renesmee. It's hard to explain, but I'm not like you. I'm not human, at least not fully. My skin is hard like cold stone when you try to be rough, but when you are gentle, kind, and tenderhearted like Jacob, my Jacob. My eyes are milk-chocolate, just like my mother's…before she was… changed after my birth. My name is from my two grandmothers. My first part of my name: René is from my mother, Bella's, side of the family. My second part: Esmee is from Edward, my father's, adoptive mother. I have my father's bronze colored hair and my grandfather Charlie's curls. My skin looks like it has no color to it, but if you look closer I have a faint blush to my cheeks. And I am in love with my Jacob. He is mine, the way I first looked at him when I was a baby I knew he was mine. I am his imprinter. Imprinting is this special form of love that is stronger than true love, than human love. I cannot tell you how much I love Jacob, because it will be describing too less.

I also grow a lot faster than normal humans, because when I was one year old I looked like I was three. Two days after I was born my mother saw me as a six-month old baby. I am six years old now. I am in the body of a fifteen year old girl. I have the mental abilities of a wise adult. I have a mental ability period. I can just tell people what I am thinking just by touching their skin, and I am not saying this in an expression. If I could touch you and show you what I mean I would, but I do not know who you are nor where you are so I have to describe it as good as can I.

"Renesmee!" my mother called, sounding concerned, even in her young, ringing voice. "Where are you? You need to work on your studies to get your high school diploma! You only turn seventeen next year!" you can notice that I have a two birthdays next year. Plus, I stop aging when I hit seventeen. Do I need another Porsche? I think I get my dislike of presents from my mother. It also pains me to see every one of my friends living their lives normally while I live in a house full of rich vampires. I walked downstairs, tripping on them, although my tough skin didn't even bruise after the fall.

"Can you please be more careful?" my mother appeared right in front of me like she was watching me fall.

"Are you okay? Anything bleeding?"

"I'm fine, Mom." I said a little bit annoyed.

"Now, let's start with Algebra." I groaned desperately. Do I really have to go through this the 214th time? She ignored me and grabbed the Trigonometry book even though she'd already memorized it.

"What is the simplified version of pi divided by the trinomial X squared plus five X plus eight multiplied by 4i?"

"That is pi divided by X squared plus five X plus 32i."

"Good job, Nessie! What is the square root of negative nine?"

"That is the imaginary number 3i." and it went on like that when I saw Jacob peeking in the window. He had a smirk on his face that I can always recognize. It meant that he was looking for a way to pick on my aunt Rosalie. He and Rosalie have been fighting ever since I was born, with Jacob making "blond" jokes while Rosalie had been calling him names like "mutt" and "fido". It was starting to heat up even farther when Jacob starting creeping Rose out by sneaking rawhides in her closet. (He actually went into the pool and glued a mirror on the bottom, just to make sure.)

He walked into our house, me beaming at him with pleasure of getting me out of Algebra (thank God) and even lifting Mom's spirit a little. If you ever notice, Jacob barely wears a shirt or shoes. To me, that's heaven, but it can ruin everyone else's moods since his scent is more noticeable. His long black hair shows that he lives his life in freedom, he is his own Alpha. You see, Jacob is a werewolf. Well, not the one that comes out at the full moon and can turn others into its own kind, but a shape-shifter. He can turn back and forth from a wolf to human as much as he pleases, but of course there is a catch. Wolves live in packs, when they have a thought it is like it is an intercom sent to the other members of the pack. There are no secrets in a "werewolf" pack, no thoughts unheard. So when Lee Clearwater, a female shape-shifter, has thoughts of her ex-boyfriend, Sam Uley, Jacob and the other members of his pack can hear her thoughts about him and can see Sam in her eyes. It can then end up disturbing.

There is also another downfall to being a shape-shifter: you must undress or you will end up with a loss of clothing. When a shape-shifter phases, he explodes into his animal form, which can lead to shreds of clothing scattered on the ground and probability of embarrassment also. So the shape-shifter ties his clothing to his leg so it can be accessible and no damage done to it, at least that is what I heard from Jacob.

Jacob picked me up and placed me in a bear-hug that would crush someone who isn't half-vampire. Then when he placed me down he gave me a longing look that only an imprinted person can have.

"How's my little Nessie?" he said in a voice noticeable in my childhood months.

"Glad, Jake. (Thanks for letting me out of Algebra.)"

"(No problem.) Hi, Bells." He smiled at my mom, who gave a warning look at him by pointing her eyes at me. He chuckled, and then looked at my dad, who just came downstairs.

"Hi, daddy," I said pleasurably next to Jacob.

"Renesmee, you aren't planning to skip your studies, aren't you?"

"Come on, Dad. I know all the answers. Can't I have one day off?" I gave him the saddest look that he always felt guilty for.

"Fine," he mumbled, "be home by eight. Just because we can't sleep doesn't mean you shouldn't either."

"Okay, Dad." I beamed. I was going to have a day with my soul mate. I beamed as I went out the door.